🔪Doll🔪

Chapter 2

(Aris' POV)

My life seems so absurd; a complete and utter contradiction.

By day, I play the part of a savior who dons scrubs and a stethoscope while wielding a scalpel. It certainly isn't a costume that you see most textbook heroes wear, that's for sure.

Sometimes my veneer changes from scrubs to a tuxedo while I attend numerous charity events and balls, donating substantial amounts of money to all sorts of causes, playing the part of a good man.

While I reluctantly attend these suffocating social events that are expected of me because of my family name, I manage to keep most of my philanthropy strictly behind-the-scenes unlike my parents had.

I don't want or need the acknowledgement like they did. I'm not trying to buy my way into Heaven. Not that I'll ever go there anyway...

But at night, I put everything aside and become the monster that I truly am...the person who is really underneath it all.

It's a game that I play very well; revel in actually.

Don't get me wrong, I have it all; everything any man could ever want or need. I probably have too much, if I'm being completely honest, but I'm just never satisfied within myself. It's as if the spirit within me is restless, voracious.

I guess some people would say that's a typical trait of the extremely wealthy - never being satisfied, but I disagree. I may be a bit detached, but never selfish or bored. Not really.

At the age of 23, I know me, and have known of my proclivities since a very young age all too well. The fire that burns and rages just beneath the surface, knowing that I would always have to deal with these urges and desires of mine.

The thing is, I have only ever found one way to truly sate them...and that is to kill.

Unfortunately, the sheer elation and relief that I'm rewarded right after a kill is all too brief and fleeting, leaving me always wanting...no, needing more.

I have always wondered if I am more addicted to the hunt than the kill, but in the end I've realized that they both serve the same purpose, have the same outcome.

I'm not justifying what I do, nor would I even try.

I have given so much in my life, given so much of myself that I have to take something back in order to keep the balance within the laws and principles of my nature. It's the way of things, if you think about it - the push and the pull, the give and take, the eternal ebb and the immortal flow.

The power in both saving a life while taking another in the same day is unfathomable. It's a high that I'm constantly chasing, craving. An Apollonian ecstasy, I guess you can call it.

You have to admit that my concept definitely has a romantic, poetical sort of appeal to it, not to mention how very cathartic it is.

Besides, you can't have good without evil. It's all about keeping the balance, the symmetry.